Voulez-vous...seesaw...avec moi?

Saturday, 9/11/10.

Another day, another failed apartment search. Today might be what you call an "epic fail." Why, you ask? Picture it...

Apartment Viewing No. 1:

Stephanie and I venture to the city centre to see an apartment with an appointment time of 10:30am, timeline of viewing...

10:30am: I call the sweet old (and i mean, old) lady as she told me to. What does she say? "Hellooo, youu come at 11:15, yes? yes?"...Sure thing, madame! Where should I meet you? "I told you yesterday!" Click.

11:15am: "Helloooo? You call me before? Yes, you come in 20 minutes another girl here to see"...Ok, lady what is going on?

11:25am: "Hellooo? OK, come now"

Description of the room: smells like old lady, Goodwill & Salvation Army use her living room as their warehouse, has no internet, no working kitchen AND costs Fr. 900/month.

Apartment Viewing No. 2:

Stephanie and I venture to the another part of the city, Carouge. Great location, very quaint! We think we are early for our 1:00pm appointment, so what do we do? Grab a baguette sandwich and mosey our way to the apartment, naturally. It can't be that far, right? Wrong. After 25-minute-uphill hike while chowing down on a tomate-mozzarella baguette and gasping for air, we arrive to some quite charming apartments. Timeline of this viewing...

12:55pm: We are early! Let's just stand in front of the door and revel in the fact that we are punctual people.

1:00pm: Swiss people aren't late, where is this guy?

1:05pm: Let's take a seat on the step and wait it out.

1:15pm: hmm, maybe I should buzz the apt he told us, Floor A (Attique). No answer. But Apt B has Hector's name- the guy I am supposed to meet, but it is a different last name. To buzz or not to buzz? Nah, that is rude.

1:25pm: Wow, guy. We are leaving.

1:30pm: There is a seesaw! This day just got 10x better. Forget that I didn't get to see an apartment. I burned off that entire baguette I ate (always a plus) and seesawed like it's 1996 (see picture above!)

3:00pm: Back at the hotel. Email to Hector- Dear Hector, Where were you?

3:05pm: Dear Urvi- I was waiting in my apartment for you.

Separated by a wall and shrubbery, Hector and I waited patiently for one another, neither of us making a move...

Perfect segway to the topic of nightlife in Geneva. Let me rephrase that, LIMITED nightlife in Geneva. I went to a bar yesterday that had about 12 people in it from 11pm-1:30am. Apparently, people in Geneva do not party and forget about making a move on each other at a bar. Apparently, people here do not pick each other up at bars either. While some people throughout the U.S. should take a hint, how do people meet? Stay tuned...

On another note, I promise I will find an apartment soon and then my blog entries won't be about my intense search for an abode.